At that look, most of the regiment turned and fled, glancing back with a mix of puzzled and astounded looks. Two people picked up Ya Nam-gil's limp body and swiftly carried her off. But at least ten people remained, drawing their swords with solemn expressions that said they weren't going anywhere.
"It's him, isn't it?" a woman asked grimly. "Even if it is, I'll stay and fight with you, Master Wei."
"Who's'him'?" Abrial frowned, trying to struggle out of Finley's grip.
"Damn right!" agreed a man, fiercely drawing both of his sabers. "That monster's unstoppable. If we don't all come at him, he might kill you while we retreat! Didn't we pledge ourselves to protect the Wei camp on top of rescuing fellow magicians? How can the Wei camp survive without Master Wei? I'll lay down my life for him!"
